Lan Yancy felt uneasy in his stomach as soon as he caught the smell. Hugo Quinn didn’t listen to him and slowly moved his steps towards that side, Everyone parted to make way for him. Who didn’t know that he was on the verge of madness searching for Eleanor Hollis lately? If this corpse was indeed Eleanor, he would probably collapse. When Hugo saw the bloated body, there was no expression on his face. Instead, he turned to look at the people beside him, becoming suddenly very calm. "Have you confirmed the identity?" The man nodded, his face full of seriousness. "We’ve already obtained the deceased’s hair and are conducting a DNA comparison. As soon as the results are out, I’ll notify you first." If Eleanor was here, she would be shocked because the man talking to Hugo was the same one who took her hair that day. Hugo said nothing, as if he couldn’t smell the stench. He sat there for a while, and then large tears began to fall from his eyes. Such a beautiful person, how could she end up looking ? This definitely wasn’t Eleanor; Eleanor was petite. "President, you shouldn’t stand here." Lan Yancy suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and said, feeling like if he stayed any longer, he’d throw up. But Hugo seemed unaware, as if he was frozen, sitting quietly in place. Lan Yancy reached out to pull Hugo, but a glimpse of tears on Hugo’s face made his body go rigid. The president was crying? A peculiar feeling spread inside his chest, and the discomfort in his stomach lessened. The DNA identification had already been conducted, and soon the results would be known. However, Hugo didn’t want to know the results so quickly now; he hoped it would take longer, even longer. "The report confirms the deceased is Eleanor Hollis, President Quinn, please take a look." Half an hour later, a man handed the report to Hugo. Hugo didn’t reach out to take it. It felt like he had been doused with cold water, his whole body numb, everything came so suddenly and unexpectedly, he felt as though he turned into a clay figurine. He got up, trying to lift the layer of white cloth, but his legs were too weak to move, as if a mountain was pressing on him. "President Quinn, please restrain your grief. There are so many people here, and the deceased’s clothes have already been washed away. Please preserve Miss Hollis’s final dignity." This update ıs available on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Without clothes, swollen like a balloon. If Eleanor were still here, she would never want others to see her in such an ugly state. Hugo’s eyes reddened, "Is it really her?" The man respectfully handed over some hair. "This is the hair we cut from the deceased; you can keep it as a memento." Hugo trembled as he reached out to take the hair, his pupils contracting sharply, suddenly trembling and kneeling on the ground, clutching it and crying hard. He had touched her hair so many times; how could he not recognize it as hers? But he didn’t want to believe this fact. Several staff members wrapped Eleanor Hollis’s body in a white cloth and placed it in an ice coffin. "Where are you taking her?" He looked up and said in a daze, taking off his coat and covering the body with it. "It’s cold now, don’t let her catch a cold." The staff froze; they were all in thick isolation suits yet couldn’t withstand the overwhelming stench. How could this man remain so composed and even take off his clothes? "President Quinn, please restrain your grief." Several men spoke, bowing slightly, preparing to carry the coffin away. "Are you taking her to be cremated?" Hugo followed along in a daze, as if he had forgotten Eleanor Hollis was the one who had died. Lan Yancy followed beside him, reaching out to support him. But Hugo staggered and pushed him away, trying to follow along. Lan Yancy saw him faint, and quickly went forward to support him. Hugo fell straight to the ground and never woke up again. Rachel Lynch, who rushed to the scene after hearing the news, began to cry loudly, unable to believe her daughter had died. Finn Ford tightly held her arm, preventing her from going to see the body. Rachel Lynch saw the body being loaded into a car and hurriedly tried to follow. Finn Ford knocked her out, not out of selfishness, but because the corpse had already become like that. Seeing the true appearance would leave her sleepless for days. The crowd gathered there hadn’t dispersed yet. They watched Hugo being taken to the hospital and sighed, this man truly loved Eleanor Hollis deeply. Eleanor Hollis was dead, and no one was willing to accept this fact. But the internet was already flooded with reports. When Hugo woke up, it was three days later. He heard that Eleanor Hollis’s body had been cremated, and even the burial site had been selected. He anxiously tried to get out of bed but, lacking strength, knelt beside it. Lan Yancy supported him, full of regret. "She’s already been cremated. Her mother found her a burial site, and she’s being buried today." Hugo closed his eyes slowly, feeling a large void in his heart, as if everything had lost its meaning. Lan Yancy nodded and no longer supported him as they entered the elevator. Upon reaching the cemetery, Hugo immediately saw Rachel Lynch, who was holding a bouquet in her arms. He took a few large steps over and saw the soil slowly covering the grave, a hint of red flashed in his eyes. "Where are Eleanor’s ashes?" He gritted his teeth and asked, startling several construction workers who did not dare continue covering the soil. "What do you want to do?! Haven’t you harmed my daughter enough?! If she hadn’t been with you, she wouldn’t have died! It was your Quinton Family who killed her! Can’t you let her rest in peace now? Get out!" Rachel Lynch was agitated, completely unable to accept the police’s explanation of accidental drowning. Hugo was pushed to the ground by her. Having not eaten for three or four days, his body was already weak, and combined with this blow, he was as limp as a noodle. With Rachel Lynch’s push, he fell, just landing in front of Eleanor Hollis’s tombstone. Her black and white photo hung on it, Hugo looked at it in a trance, saying nothing, his entire being engulfed in silence. Rachel Lynch was right; he killed Eleanor. If he had let go back then, Eleanor wouldn’t have died. If he had kept an eye on things at the wedding, Eleanor wouldn’t have died. He had promised to protect her well but still cost her life. Lan Yancy stepped forward and helped him up. Hugo shook his head, tears suddenly welling in his eyes. He was ashamed to stand before her grave. Lan Yancy sighed and helped him into the car.